She pressed her lips together and randomly lowered her head again.
Dare not look at him again.
"Let see your hands," Koa Jackson said as he had been with her for a few days and naturally noticed her sensitive skin. He carefully took her wrists and inspected them.
Mia Ginger picked grapes and picked up stones, and her pale fingertips were stained with grape juice and dirt.
Her nails were filthy too.
Koa Jackson couldn’t help but frown, holding her shoulder with one hand and gently spinning her around.
Her clothes were clean, so she should be unhurt.
He breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.
"I forgot to bring a handkerchief. We can wash our hands when we go back," Koa Jackson was only wearing a shirt and pants, so he had to instruct her like this.
Mia Ginger responded with an "Oh" and tucked her hands behind her.
"What are you hiding for?" Koa Jackson was amused, "Do you think your hands will be clean just because you hide them?"
"Isn’t it said... if you don’t see it, it’s clean?"
Mia Ginger saw him smile and naturally knew he wasn’t angry. She breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt her mood improve, muttering softly.
"I didn’t say you were dirty either."
Koa Jackson seed to prove his point by holding her hand in his, carrying the fruit basket with the other, and bending slightly as he walked toward the vineyard.
Mia Ginger naturally knew he was going to pick grapes.
However —
As her gaze fell on his long, fair fingers, her whole body tensed.
It was as if a tiny current ran through her entire body.
Is this what being electrocuted feels like?
Holding his hand, she couldn’t help but feel her heart flutter, a tingling sensation spread through all her limbs, and she followed him step by step, feeling like a sugar cube under the sunlight, slowly lting with every step.
Her heart softened so much that she almost wanted to cry.
She was extrely quiet, making no sound, and Koa Jackson instinctively turned back to glance at her.
The young girl looked up, slightly pursed her lips, her expression a bit dazed,
He always knew she was beautiful, but it was the first ti he realized her face alone could enchant soone.
Koa Jackson’s body temperature was slightly lower, his hands cool year-round, and yet now even they felt a bit warm.
The main reason was that Mia Ginger’s fingers were warm, smooth, and tender, their soft warmth tangible in his grasp, not firm enough to hold onto comfortably.
Koa Jackson instinctively tightened his fingers.
Slowing his pace, he looked down and asked, "Are you feeling hot?"
"It’s okay." Mia Ginger lowered her head, her ears turning red, and said softly, "Brother Jackson, I..."
"Hmm?" Koa Jackson’s voice was slightly raised, gentle and accommodating in ways he didn’t even notice.
"I..." Mia Ginger mustered up the courage to look up, eting his questioning gaze, but those three words "like you" got stuck in her throat again.
How to say it out loud?
Summoning the courage to look at him, her inner timidity would flood back.
She didn’t have that kind of confidence.
Didn’t have enough self-assurance to feel worthy of him, couldn’t casually say those words, couldn’t tell him.
That she liked him, for a long, long ti... really long ti.
"It’s nothing." Mia Ginger gently breathed in, smiled slightly, and said, "We can just pick a few grapes; Grandpa Jackson and the others might start worrying if we take too long."
"Okay." Koa Jackson released her hand, squatted down, and picked up the fruit basket.
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